Annie's Afraid of Skillshots

Annie with her trusty bear Tibbers wields greater power than the legions of mobile champions care to allow. Annie gripped Tibbers tightly as she stared down the lane at the oppression beseeching the rift. Kalista smiled, her spear covered in fresh blood as she quickly devastated Annie’s minion wave. Her pact was made; she would convert or destroy any champion who she couldn’t dodge effortlessly.

“I see you shaking child, don’t worry, you’ll grow to love skill shots.” Kalista cackled as her repeated dashes brought her closer to Annie’s turret. Finally in range Kalista raised her spear to claim her prize.

“Hold it, partner.” The glow of gold shined through the air stunning Kalista. Adjusting the brim of his hat Twisted Fate smiled at Annie, “Charmed, I’m sure.” Cards flew from his hands smashing Kalista repeatedly. “It’s my lucky day.” A bright gold card pulled from Fates deck.

“You are a vile betrayer… card master.” Kalista wailed. The seductive smack of a kiss glistened from the bush. The temptress herself, Ahri, giggled her way towards Twisted Fate.

“If you’d like to play with me, you’d better be sure you know the game.” Her sultry voice eroded at Twisted Fate as he dropped his gold card. Fate’s eyes flickered recovering to see what he’d done.

“No Fightin Destiny, right Twisted Fate?” Kalista cackled as Fate slouched towards the ground. On his knees, he looked up at Ahri, and smiled.

“Never lost a fair game… or played one.” The ground shook like an earthquake as the dust settled. “Good timing partner, let’s raise the stakes.” Fate brushed off his hat as he glanced over at Pantheon.

“Tell me a secret.” Ahri giggled as she flitted about with her Orb trying to avoid the warrior.

“I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A BAKER.” His voice was almost strong enough to stun them as he raised his shield and spear to strike down the Fox.

“Don’t hold back.” Egging Pantheon forward, Ahri flicked her tail in a fox-fire singeing his chest hairs. His visage placed firmly, a snap of his legs flung him onto the nine-tailed demon hitting her squarely with his shield.

“Do not provoke me.” Pantheon howled as he raised his spear for the kill. The quick rushing of feet was all Pantheon heard before a violent kick hit him hard in the side throwing him towards the tower that Annie and Twisted Fate had retreated to.

“Force is meaningless without skill.” The calm monk helped Ahri to her feet shielding her from further harm. Lee Sin turned towards Pantheon, his blind stare down with the Artisan of War, whom he had sent reeling, sent chills through Annie.

“Looks like Trouble.” Twisted Fate shuffled his deck. The hum of the rift filled his ears, getting louder, and louder. A golden arc of light slammed into the stationary Pantheon as it passed through destroying his confident posture.

A smirk appeared on Lee Sin’s lips, “Extend your senses.” He turned to greet a new arrival, the prodigal explorer, Ezreal. Adjusting his goggles to sit on top of his head, Ezreal pointed and laughed at Pantheon.

“You belong in a museum!” Ezreal’s gauntlet glowing as mystic shots flung forth towards Pantheon. Valiantly he raised his shield in defense blocking the first. “Time to strike.” A second pulse from his gauntlet soared at Pantheon. A glow of green imbued Pantheon with the strength to survive.

“More than just precious stones, I bring you an ancient power.” The Gem Knight Taric marched from the river, radiating power, flinging a gemstone at Ezreal. Taric’s eyes were tearful as he charged Ezreal’s stunned body preparing to shatter him. “I shall weep for you.”

“Blindness is no impairment against a fabulous enemy.” The Monk intercepted Taric slowing him to allow Ezreal to retreat. Kicking him repeatedly, there was no crack in this armor.

“You are nothing more than glass, waiting to be smashed.” Taric’s soothing voice took Lee Sin off guard as his dazzling hammer of diamonds cracked against his skull. “Gems hold their edge.” Lee Sin instinctually threw a ward and jumped towards safety. “Gems are truly outrageous; they are truly, truly, truly, outrageous.” Flying through the air after him a dazzling sapphire struck Lee Sin in the head knocking him cold against the ground.

“Time is wasting.” The clocks of time ticked backwards around Lee Sin returning him to youth and strength. Zilean looked down the lane, seeing Annie quivering beneath the turret, her team surrounding her. Outcasts from a bygone era, like him.

“Why Zilean? You’re like us; you don’t rely on skill shots, or insane mobility.” Annie cried, she couldn’t understand how it had come to this. Zilean floated down the lane, slowing Taric so he couldn’t move to help.

“I’ve seen my rework, it has skill shots. Yours will too, inevitably.” The ticking of the game clock reverberated in her ears, how long had Annie’s kit remained the same besides some number changes? Annie had grown a lot, she’d gotten a facelift, gone to prom, and made an appearance in a movie with Tibbers.

Purple light from the sky appeared above the tower Annie stood in front of. A crackle of energy erupted as lightning scorched forth from a tall blue figure carrying a scroll upon his back and a book in his hands. “Let’s go, let’s go!” He shouted as spell after spell he slung at Zilean forcing his retreat. Annie hesitated, looking at the old and ancient mage.

“Mr. Ryze, you’ve been reworked before… and you’re getting skill shots soon also. Is it unpleasant?” Annie’s round eyes pleaded upwards at Ryze’s aged face.

“Unpleasant, I’ll show you unpleasant.” Opening his book, he showed Annie a picture of his original kit. “Don’t hold me up! Come on already.” Closing his book he stormed forward to battle rallying his team behind his captain boots.

“Hey! I want a turn!” Annie dried her tears and flashed forward dropping Tibbers upon her would be oppressors. Her fears abated as the team fight was fully realized.

“Beaten by a little girl… Ha!”